The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 892 Ch.891 Two-sided Night Talk
The man and woman looking at each other in silence have only memories.

They should have been treating each other with respect, but now they are as cold and distant as strangers.

"I…"

Zhang Yucai opened his mouth, but found that he had nothing to say to Yolanda.

For the sake of the "world", he ignored it. Even though his family was destroyed and he was alone and miserable, he didn't get a single word from his beloved - not to mention the guards of Changgengsi.

The master and his servant crossed the sea, but only one of them returned.

What happened to her in London? What did she go through?
Why did you become friends with foreigners? Why did you come back?
Zhang Yucai had too many questions. Shamefully, he didn't have the nerve to ask them one by one and get the girl's gentle answers as before.

"Master Zhang. The matter between the Immortal Changqing and the Evil Cult has not been concluded. Why is it in vain——"

"Yanqing." Zhang Yucai said softly.

Yolanda lowered her eyes.

She held onto the joints of the locust tree and exerted slight force, her fingers almost digging into the skin.

When you get a rare item, you will naturally see the colors.

But it was precisely this patch of darkness that made her feel even more ridiculous about what had happened in the past year—the lover she had once vowed to love, the powerful Lord Changgeng Sidusi, actually didn't know what had happened to the Lan family...

Not even a single letter has come.

Until she decided to cross the sea for revenge, she had met the guards of Changgeng Division - and had not heard anything from "Lord Zhang".

Even the two words 'wait for me'.

Miss, maid.

What will happen to the two women in this chaotic world?

"The young lady was burned with the poisonous ointment. Now there is only Yolanda."

The girl replied in an equally soft voice.

She moved with lotus steps, following the slanting shadows of the trees, and slowly walked to the pale-faced man.

Slowly raise your head.

Maybe it was the "indulgence and boldness" of London, or her experience in the Notty's Golden Lamp. Some rules, whether they were rules or not, could no longer restrain this girl who would never follow the rules again.

She raised her arm and gently touched the face that she had missed thousands of times in countless days and nights.

in the darkness.

In a miserable prison where people abused them.

Or be forever burned in the fire of hatred that burns her reason - she stroked her beloved's face carefully, wishing to make up for what she had missed in the past few years in a few breaths.

"Master Zhang."

When she brushed past those ruthless thin lips, it quietly left her palm.

"The lady is dead."

The girl's brown eyes shone in the shadows.

Zhang Yucai sighed inwardly.

"You should stay in London."

"Yeah. My friends invited me but couldn't keep me. So, they followed me."

Zhang Yucai moved his fingers and asked Yolanda what the status of the young man with golden eyes was in London - only to receive Yolanda's contemptuous sneer.

Laugh at him for not being 'pure'.

At this point, you are still asking these questions.

Also laughed at him for not being 'direct'.

If you really want to ask, why not ask at the beginning.

Indecisive, yet extremely indifferent to others.

"He is a good man."

"You can't tell from their faces." Zhang Yucai whispered. He hinted that Yolanda should be on high alert, especially the man with golden eyes and the woman with green eyes - both of them have good skills, who knows what purpose they have in approaching...

The prince is still around.

"If only he could think as much as you do."

Yolanda couldn't help but sigh.

His stupid yet smart friends were exactly as described by Cinder: they were a bunch of 'lunatics', each 'abnormal' in his own way.

not to mention.

It seems now.

The most dangerous of the group were not Roland and Miss Vansittart.

"Master Zhang."

"Ah."

“Is my family feud a national feud?”

The girl suddenly asked.

Zhang Yucai was silent.

Yolanda meant that his father went insane because of the perfume, and he started a fire that resulted in dozens of people in the Lan family dying in the flames. In the end, was it the perfume, the foreigners, or the sin of the cult that was to blame?

still…

Are there other hidden causes?
Before tonight, Zhang Yucai, as the chief of Changgeng Division, had considerable power. If he was really delayed for some reason, or even could not mention or meet, as he appeared to be, he should have sent someone to investigate the matter.

Did he know the answer? "…You shouldn't have come back."

Zhang Yucai didn't give her an answer.

For an instant.

Yolanda was relieved.

She finally put down the heavy burden in her heart.

"I sometimes wonder when the family feud will end - to kill all the foreigners, or to make the world free of opium? Bai Lian's wish is not my wish..."

Zhang Yucai asked anxiously: "What is your wish?"

He wanted to hear the words 'My wish is to spend a peaceful life with my sweetheart'.

"desire…"

Yolanda looked up.

My eyes passed through the layers of branches and leaves, looking at the half silver moon in the sky.

"Back to that night when the flames were raging."

There was no need for Feng Hu to save his life.

"It's late, Master Zhang, please go back early."

Yolanda turned slowly and disappeared from Zhang Yucai's sight step by step.

…………

……

at the same time.

There were also similar people talking at night.

Unlike Zhang Yucai and Yolanda - the two of them had the purpose of meeting each other, while the little prince and Roland were purely coincidental.

One who cannot sleep because of fear, worry, trouble, and anxiety...

boy.

Even the prince is just a child now.

"Mr. Roland."

The golden eyes sitting on the steps flashed with surprise.

This is a Spanish sentence.

"My brother is proficient in more skills than me..." He pulled up his nightgown and sat down next to Roland. When he mentioned his brother, his tone was a little depressed.

"They will live well in hell." Roland said casually, causing the boy's eyes to widen.

"hell?"

"Oh. The All-Father of the Holy Cross. If you know Spanish, you should know the Holy Cross...right?"

The boy nodded and shook his head.

"False gods and fake immortals."

"I'm not surprised. After all, in our opinion, your backwardness is enough to calm the argument of any devout believer." Roland picked up a stone and tossed it up and down in his hand: "The Evergreen Immortal is an alien species. Do you want to make a deal with an alien species?"

"Alien... species...?"

The young prince repeated it with difficulty, chewed it over and over, and nodded: "That's accurate. Yes, sir, I want to make a deal with the aliens."

"Then the 'immortal' can control people's life and death?"

"No."

The boy said this, pressing the pendant on his heart.

"Zhang Yucai and I have considered proposing 'completing the sacrifice of the highest-level filthy sorcerer in this land', and it won't go wrong. Once the deal is done, naturally..."

Naturally, the people who were contaminated by the opium paste would die.

Roland tilted his head to look at him and said, "Nine Rings is indeed close to the gods of the waking world - but are you sure? If something goes wrong..."

"I won't be able to surpass him," the prince said confidently, "but we have to do it as soon as possible. If the foreigners come, this method will be difficult to guarantee..."

indeed.

Even Enid is only at the eighth ring.

Nine rings.

A filthy sorcerer.

With these two conditions, it is almost impossible to go wrong.

"I'm curious. How much does it cost for an alien to complete a ring-raising ceremony for a ritualist?"

The prince shook his head: "Before being rescued by Yucai and Tuji, the evil man was almost successful..."

Just the last step.

Sacrifice.

But it was delayed again and again.

Zhang Yucai analyzed that he probably wanted to wait until the treaty was signed before negotiating some terms with the envoys sent by the empire, and at the same time support the little prince's uncle to sit firmly on the throne.

Of course they couldn't wait.

"Even if I die, I can't watch my ancestors' foundation destroyed..."

(End of this chapter)